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CHAPTER THREE ━━an eye for an eye act one: memento mori
𝕰LARA'S heart nearly jumped out her chest as soon as she had descended the stairs to underneath the boat. Inej was laid on a small makeshift bed, with crimson-stained clothing stuck to her body, and bandages wrapped around her. Elara would've taken her as dead— and she had taken her as dead—until Nina had lightly grazed her shoulder, bringing Elara to focus her eyes on something else other than her best friend's unconscious body.
"Thank the Saints you're okay, I was starting to panic for you." Elara was pulled into a bone-crushing hug by the heartrender, wincing once her shoulder grazed her arm, and slit cheek touched her shoulder. "I was going to go looking for you, but Inej was hurt, and I-"
Elara placed her hand on her cheek, ignoring the throbbing pain of her limbs. "Nina, its alright, Im alright. I'd be pissedif you didn't help Inej, and besides, I only have a couple scratches. Nothing I can't handle." She wiped the tear slipping down her cheek, always the emotional one.
Nina solemnly smiled, hope that Inej would wake up, and secretly hoping that her . . . companion whom was stood on the deck of the ship was alright.
"How is she doing?" Elara signaled towards Inej, the heartrender pushing Elara towards a chair in order to facilitate the healing that she was about to do on her.
"She's stable as of right now, but that's all I can say." She began to heal the slim cut along Elara's cheek, soon moving to the bruises littered across the expanse of her arms.
Elara watched Nina attentively, watching the scratches and marks disappear with the gentle movement of Nina's hands. She reflected upon the feeling in her heart, not the one that yearned to tug her back up to the deck of the ship, but the deep feeling of relief. The hard part of the plan hadn't even occurred, and they almost lost each other just then. But as of now, she was just grateful they were alive.
A loud noise coming from above them startled them all, the girls looking at each other in confusion.
Matthias and Jesper dragged Oomen over to the rail, his hands already bound together with a rope.
"Stand him up."
Using one hand, Matthias pulled Oomen up to his feet by the collar of his shirt. Oomen grinned, seemingly not giving a care in the world at what he had just done, and especially not giving a singular care in the world at the man who currently stood in front of him, whom held so much anger in his body, he felt like he'd almost explode.
"Why don't you tell me what brought so many Black Tips out in full force tonight?" Kaz asked.
